An Ode to Change

I open the door –
Can gaze no more
Look! The shadow of a squeaky door!
See! The essence of a wall no more!
I close my eyes, just can see
Every piece where ought to be
I take my leave of all the gloom
Retire to one single room
Ah its sweet familiarity
Shall be lone comfort unto me


This was written like 8 months ago. I was rather proud of the rhyming scheme.

Rhythm and Rhyme Where Art Thou?

I was thinking just now
About what and how:
What am i doing
wasting my time?
And how come Im
So terrible at writing
Spontaneous poetry that rhymes
Dimes.

Do You Miss the Sixteen Posts a Month? Here's To You!

Oh Miserable May
Oh What dismay
Poor Little Readers
Snuggled By Heaters
Have Only Four Posts
To Read With Their Toast

Who said Rhyme had to make sense??

INSECT

I just discovered this little gem of a poem i wrote on the 6 december 2005, and i thought to myslef, why not share it. You guys have coped with all my terrible poems so here's my acrostic poem on insects.

• Incessantly buzzing around my head
• Never ceasing to beat its tiny wings
• Slaters, flys, mosquitoes, cockroaches
• Exceeding my patience
• Cowardly it flees from my prescence
• Terrified it escapes my wrath

And what's more i just realise how stupid i was two years ago, spelling the plural flies with a y and sticking an extra c in presence (actually that is something i'd do today).

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My Tins

I have six shiny tins
They look at me and grin
They know they are my favourites, yes
I have six shiny tins

Politicians Make for Great Laugh Sessions

Today is election day. In Australia.
It's the day that holds the possiblity of change.
Change of government.
Which could change alot.
Who will win?
That's the question on everyone's lips.

Personally, i'm up for some election coverage-watching tonight.
Yes, straight away that defines me as a nerd, geek, consci.
Whatever you like.
But hey, whatever.
Why can't a 15-year old kid enjoy politics?

Rudd or Howard?
Which one is better?
Or really should i say, Rudd or Costello?
Either way, watch this, it's funny.

Yet Another Poem . . .

Yes i seem to have taken a liking to them lately don't I? Well, in ten minutes, here's a poem:

Exams, yes exams
Oh what misery you bring
My mind cannot retain even one more thing
When i think i have seen your end
You throw one more just around the bend
And as take up more papers to study
I know i can learn no more of Jack Mundy
And I hope that this will be the last
When i know that this lot will but cast
Some more light on future Exams, yes exams

I hate you

I Wish I Had a Pensieve

I wish i had a pensieve
Like little old man Dumbledore
Really he's not all that tiny. . .
But i wish i had a pensieve
To put put all of my thoughts in
My memories and feelings and
My late at night ideas
I wish i had a pensieve
And an empty day or two
To sort through all my thoughts
And find that there IS something more

A Poem

I was going to write a poem
But what really rhymes with poem?
Well now it is screwed, my poem
So I guess I won't write a poem